I begin not to know in the least who I am, miss.
Poppy, why it ain't nowhere! only I'm Sarah, with all the other words in the dictionary tacked on to it.

I don't mind it now; they say folks can get accustomed to anything, so I don't mind being Sarah, and everything else too, only it has a very swimming effect on the head, Miss Primrose.

Oh, my darling young lady! do ask Miss Jasmine and Miss Daisy to let me come and see them." "Yes, Poppy, you shall come and see us all again, if you will only keep our little secret, for just at present we don't want the people at home to know where we are; and remember, Poppy dear, that you are always Poppy to us three girls." "I'll hold on to that," said poor Poppy, "when my head's fairly reeling.

I'll clutch on to it, and hold firm.

Poppy, which means a tare, I am, to my own dear young ladies.